HP Dark Hero

?Harry naturally didn't think that Blaise would leave with some stupid reason in this regard as he said - even if the reason was not noble, it was quite Blaise.Snake Court is not the type to be entangled in feelings, whether it is out of sincere friendship or practical interests.

So, if Blaise really left the meeting and came here, Harry guessed it was probably just a summer vacation visit among the little wizards, and Harry didn't think much about other reasons.

However, there is no reason to refuse the information sent to the door.

"Is there any news worth mentioning in particular?" Harry glanced at Blaise, and reached out to take the tray from Sissy, which contained exquisite refreshments.The elf was very clever and disappeared after a big bow.

"I'm not hiding anything..." Blaise mused. "It's about the Dark Lord."

Harry didn't say a word, just calmly watched Blaise who was thinking, and quietly waited for the other's next words.

"It might start with the reason why Draco invited me as a guest—but, sorry, I can't tell. This is Draco's privacy, and as Blaise Zabini, I won't tell anyone." Blaise blinked, "I understand Him. Anybody with such an important, turning point in their life can't help but talk to someone they can trust."

——If it wasn't Draco's expulsion from the Malfoy family, it was the Dark Mark issue.

Harry also blinked, "I understand."

"He looked hesitant and depressed. The whole atmosphere at Malfoy Manor was... terrible, I would say."

"Just because of the Malfoy thing?" Harry questioned, anyway, Draco Malfoy was more recognized as 'Lucius Malfoy's son' than his own identity, and Draco had no significant influence on the Malfoy family.Whether to mark it or not, Draco didn't have that much choice, not to mention the 'bad atmosphere' in the whole manor.

"I don't think...not," Blaise peeled off another toffee, slowly sucked it into his mouth and tasted it, with a thin layer of melted chocolate on his fingertips, which looked delicious against his bronzed complexion. Harry waited for a while, but Blaise didn't continue talking, just nestled on the sofa, starting from his thumb, finger by finger, licking the sugar liquid on his fingertips, with a light and wanton gesture, occasionally throwing meaning at Harry Unidentified eyes, the end of the eye is raised.

Harry understood Blaise's meaning, took a deep breath, and advised himself not to beat up the information holder at such a time, while running Occlumency to clear his mind, he reached out and poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Blaise with no expression on his face.

"Thanks, the teapot is a little far away from me," Blaise sighed, taking a sip of his tea, "It's so sweet."

'Yes, I'll tell Sissy to put the teapot on your head next time,' thought Harry, thankfully he didn't understand Blaise's inexplicable taste.Just a cup of tea, and leave his little tricks to others.

"From what I've seen... Draco's father isn't doing well." Blaise said hesitantly, "It's not like you can see it, it's just a feeling."

"Lucius? If he can see his embarrassment, he probably got into a fight with Arthur Wesley." Harry recalled his former colleagues. Even if this person was on a mission as a Death Eater, he still wanted to make himself... bright, so that he could Put on that black cloak and white mask.

"Lucius?" Blaise repeated, looking at Harry strangely, without further explanation, just continued: "He feels... anxious, troubled, even more indecisive than Draco - just don't know, what can make Patriarch Malfoy is so shaken. It's not like it's because of Draco, or anything like that."

"So, about Harry Potter, did Malfoy mention...?"

Blaise shook his head, "Not only the Malfoys, but Slytherin, no one is nervous about where the savior will spend his summer vacation happily."

However, as far as Harry knew from the correspondence between the savior and his fellow members of the Audio-Technica, the Order of the Phoenix had messed up the savior's disappearance.

Of course, Severus Snape gritted his teeth and reported to Dumbledore during the meeting that 'your dear Potter was in the same bed with other grown wizards in the Leaky Cauldron and they both slipped away'. As a joke about the old bat going crazy.

Harry mused, and Blaise didn't care where Harry was lost in his own thoughts again, and just had his tea, and he hurried away from Draco before he could eat anything.

Of course, he had taught Harry that when obtaining information from a nobleman, he must never expect the other party to spread the information. The other party's mood, behavior, family status, recent relationship with other important people, etc. are all very important. clues.

Harry had never been very good at discerning the devious ways of Slytherin's speech, but he had a bestial sense for details such as emotions and small movements.

It's just that he usually chooses to tell Severus Snape what he notices, and that gloomy partner from the Snake Court who also turns left and right is good at compiling these into pieces of definite information.

But now it's just him. Harry secretly wondered, what is Lucius nervous about?Is there any crisis or interest big enough to make this old colleague feel uncomfortable?Recently, what has happened differently?

In addition, if the Order of the Phoenix lost the whereabouts of the savior, it meant that the weak Harry Potter was probably wandering outside alone. Why didn't Voldemort search for the whereabouts of the savior at all?He didn't get the news of the savior's disappearance?Or does he know the location of the savior?

While the latter was of course impossible, he was pretty sure that the location of the Potter estate was well protected, and that he was here with the little savior.

'...little savior...? '

After a long time, Harry replied: "...Thank you, I think this is very important information."

Blaise nodded, not paying attention to it, but suddenly leaned close to Harry, teasing in his ear: "Well, Harry Potter is going to continue saving the world?"

"I never tried to save the world,"

Harry raised his eyebrows and replied, looking carefully at the wizard who was just breathing.Instead of pushing Blaise away, he stretched out his hand to wrap around the waist of the Slytherin wizard, and pulled the dazed Blaise into his arms. With the other hand, he clasped the other's jaw and pulled it down forcefully, so that Blaise met his eyes domineeringly. catch.

Harry grinned, raising a slightly wicked evil smile, and deliberately lowered his voice to create the same sexy atmosphere as someone: "Let me think about it, how should I thank you..."

The emerald-like pupils darkened, like a leopard hiding in the dark, looking straight at the prey that was gradually coming back. Blaise lowered his violet eyes, his slightly curly black hair rested on his bronzed skin, and the corners of his mouth were curved, looking gentle and affectionate - the characteristics of the Zabini family.

Blaise said, "Mostly it worked out this time. You don't always sound like that, you know."

"Oh, so what's missing this time?" Harry just found an opportunity to avenge the prank he got from Blaise at the Leaky Cauldron, seeing that the other person wasn't surprised or reacted at all, he immediately lost most of his interest, so he just said it casually ask.

desire. Blaise naturally couldn't answer honestly, "Maybe it's height? Your method is only useful for petite objects..." Blaise replied flatly, logically speaking, he was held in someone's arms, and Harry had enough aura, but …He looked down at Harry, who just looked up and looked at him.

"Yes, damn it, Merlin..." Harry sighed, pulling his hand back and rubbing his forehead.

However, just as the two wanted to change to a more comfortable position and were about to sit up, they heard a low, threatening bark from the dark corner by the stairs, followed by a growl: "Let go of Harry!!!"

Sirius Black leaped out, gnashing his teeth and glaring at Blaise like a kinslayer, his eyes bloodshot, and the sound of a canine demonstration in his throat.

Blaise looked at Harry in surprise: "Sirius Black? He's still alive? Was he bitten by some werewolf? It's scary and dangerous."

"Why don't I remember you being so annoying before?" Harry asked seriously.

"You're the one in danger!" Sirius yelled, "Harry! Get away from that guy! Whatever he says is lying to you!"

"...did you listen to our conversation?" Blaise asked, but not at Sirius, while Harry shook his head understandingly. Between them, they always made sure that at least one of them cast the anti-hacking and silencing spells, and today was no exception.

"I just need to know that what you said was all lies and that you were trying to abduct Harry."

Sirius glared.Of course he didn't hear anything, but saw a strange adult wizard doing something enough for a hundred Avadas to his young and ignorant godson.Due to the angle of hiding, he didn't see that it was Harry who shot first, but even if he did, he would think that the other party had deceived his godson.

"Are you going to bite? It's not even a full moon today!" Blaise said, even moving behind Harry, who was pretending to be a bystander, with that lazy look on his face.

"Go away! My! Godson!" Never had Sirius wished so much for a wand for a moment, even if it wasn't magic, just to slit the other's throat.He glanced around, looking for anything that could do damage.

"...your godson?" Blaise tilted his head, smiling mockingly, "he's not your little godson."

"He is my godson." Sirius replied in a deep voice.

"No," Blaise said calmly, "he comes from the same place as me, and belongs to my Harry Potter." As if to annoy Sirius faster, Blaise took Harry's hand resting on the sofa, but when he touched the latter, He was shocked by the icy temperature coming from his fingers. Blaise still wore the aristocratic smile of the Snake Court logo, and the strength in holding Harry's hand in the palm of his hand was not as easy as his face.

Harry gave Blaise a thoughtful look, keeping his expression down.

"Whichever Harry Potter is, he is my godson." This sentence seemed to give Sirius some confidence, and he added calmly, "As the official guardian and godfather of Harry Potter in the sense of magic, I think I still have this right, Ask the house elf to throw you out."

The uninvited guest in front of him had been personally approved by the owner of the manor, Harry, so Sirius naturally couldn't stop him from outside the manor, but it was still possible to order Sissy to sweep him out of the house, unless Harry ordered Sissy otherwise.

Blaise shrugged under Sirius' smoldering gaze, and prepared to leave in good spirits. Harry didn't say a word during this low-level confrontation, and Blaise had already understood from this that Harry's attitude tended to be non-helpful, and he might as well visit another day.

Sirius personally saw off the guests outside the gate of the manor with a 'friendly attitude', stopped Blaise's reluctant farewell confession to Harry, and led Harry back to the Potter mansion contentedly.

"Shall we have roast suckling pig tonight...?" After winning the first battle, Sirius whetted his appetite.

"I don't care." Harry returned casually, turned his head and declared to the happy Sirius in a serious tone: "Don't do this next time, it will bother me a lot."

"No problem." Sirius replied briskly, adding in his heart, what did Harry mean by 'doing this', it should be about eating roast suckling pig.In short, it is not forbidden to eavesdrop, to threaten visitors, to interfere with his dealings with other people, and so on.Maybe Harry didn't like suckling pig, and being a good godfather he didn't mind that either. Sirius nodded affirmatively to himself in his heart.

…And then again, he seems to have forgotten to ask the goddamn bastard's name.Forget it, he didn't want to know either. Sirius quickly put the matter behind him.

The figures of the two slowly disappeared into the perennial white mist around Potter's mansion. A tall adult wizard turned out from the gate, staring at Harry's blurred back with complicated eyes. It was Blaise Zabini.

He clenched his fists tightly, still feeling a trace of abnormal coldness.

Harry's body has always been in good health, and he is completely worthy of the impression of being alive and kicking in the Lion Court. The fact that his limbs are cold is basically insulated from him, not to mention that it is the height of summer now.

"...he said, whichever Harry Potter... what does that mean?" Blaise whispered, his expression dark and unreadable.

He silently stared at the Potter Manor that had been hidden for hundreds of years, playing with the small green crystal in his hand, until the cold gem was infected by his own temperature, he turned and left without hesitation.